Quotes from Ethan Hawke movies and TV shows - page 4 of 4

Troy Dyer: He's the reason Cliffs Notes were invented.

Troy Dyer: I'm picking up some very strange vibes. They're of the I-just-got-laid variety.

Lelaina Pierce: I was really going to be somebody by the time I was 23.
Troy Dyer: Honey, all you have to be by the time you're 23 is yourself.
Lelaina Pierce: I don't know who that is anymore.
Troy Dyer: I do. And we all love her. I love her. She breaks my heart again and again, but I love her.

Michael Grates: Have I stepped over some line in the sands of coolness with you? Because excuse me if somebody doesn't know the secret handshake with you.
Troy Dyer: There's no secret handshake. There's an IQ prerequisite, but there's no secret handshake.

Troy Dyer: Well fuck me for being nice.

Lelaina Pierce: I'd like to somehow make a difference in people's lives.
Troy Dyer: And I... I would like to buy them all a Coke.
Lelaina Pierce: And you wonder why we never got involved?

Troy Dyer: There's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a Quarter-Pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.

Bruce Kenner: I am starting to use my head again.

Ishmael Chambers: I know you'll think this is crazy, but all I want to do is hold you, and I think that if you'll let me do that just for a few seconds, I can walk away, and never speak to you again.

Lars Nystrom: Do I look like a rapist?

Paquette: What kind of gun did he have?
Costa: He had the kind that leaves really big holes in people.

Illeana: Fuck you.
Costa: Fuck you? Yeah, I did fuck you. Remember making love with those pictures of the dead people around us? Let's face it, Illeana, an ordinary person does not love that as much as we did.

Costa: Come on, Illeana, you didn't fall for James Costa. Someone as beautiful and powerful as you doesn't fall for a faggy art dealer. Okay?

Jolly the Pimp: Rules are rules and this is a place where we make love, not war.

Jack Conroy: Is there any good reason why we can't just bury him here? I don't think he'll know the difference.
Alex Larson: I gave him my word.

Jack Conroy: What's his name?
Grey Beaver: Mia Tuk.
Jack Conroy: What's that mean?
Grey Beaver: White Fang.

Alex Larson: Belinda! Feed the dogs.
Jack Conroy: Man, you're romantic, aren't you?

Jack Conroy: Come on Alex, kiss her! I won't look.